I’m not turning 50 years old. I’m turning 10 Celsius. (Stolen from someone who says he stole it from George Carlin.)
Of course, I’m just over 9 in dog years, but if I WERE a dog, I’d be 213 years old.
As I write this, I’m 18,515 days, 23 hours, and 2 second old. I’ve been alive for more than 1.5 billion seconds. I know I’ve wasted a few of them, maybe even these last few. (Thanks for onlineconversion.com for these.)